East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Julian didn't provide any more information, he just said mysteriously that as soon as I saw him, I would know that he was the person we were looking for.

George Blake, codenamed "The Mole" in MI[-] and "Diomede" in the KGB.

What is puzzling is that George is now under the control of the Polish National Security Agency UB, but the KGB cannot personally solve this problem. After all, they don't want to expose the secret that they have an important insider in MI[-].And my mission was to bring George to Julian before MI[-] brought George back to England.

George, who was on a mission in Seoul, South Korea in 1950, witnessed the incompetence of the Syngman Rhee regime and the inhumane bombing of ordinary rural areas by the U.S. Army. In the North Korean concentration camp, this young man with communist tendencies since he was a child completely devoted himself to the communist camp. Became an important informant for the KGB.

And later, as Julian became the commander-in-chief of the Soviet Army in Germany, he secretly developed George into his informant. Of course, this also got the tacit approval of the KGB. After all, as the commander-in-chief, he needs to be clear about intelligence from all directions. Best first-hand fresh intelligence.

This time George revealed that he had important information to report, but it seemed that someone had leaked the information, exposing him to be an MI[-] agent, so the agents of the Polish National Security Agency hurriedly arrested him. Before the poor George could come to Julian, he was held in a small dark room by the tall Polish policeman.

He was too miserable to talk about, so he could only wait helplessly for Julian to find someone irrelevant to fish him.

And that person is me.

No one knew that I had come to Poland, and even Milke only received a casual greeting from Julian—you can imagine his distraught appearance.So, let me go to catch him, the British can't see any tricks.

After three days of investigation, I located the small black room where George was. You can trust the strength of the Poles, but you can’t overestimate their delicacy. Sometimes they are impulsive and arrogant. The thoughtful national character will make them suffer a lot, such as when they were "lightened" more than ten years ago.

When the security department took George away, they didn't notice that the cunning spy left some clues. Maybe they were drunk at the time?As a senior Stasi anti-spy, I easily caught these clues, so in a secluded forest on the outskirts of Lublin in eastern Poland, I found the prison where they held George.

Then, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, and the regular drinking time of the Polish policemen, I dressed up in disguise and went through a series of thrilling and difficult actions such as climbing walls, windows, windows and locks, and finally came outside George’s cell, out of breath. I was so dumbfounded when I saw this young man with brown hair that I almost forgot to breathe!

Damn, this man...

This person who looked at me with a smile, "I knew it would be you"...

The one who snatched my backpack at the Free University of West Berlin?

The person who was punched by me a few times and threatened to want to see me before leaving?

I was momentarily confused, but then instantly sober.

"Hey! Handsome guy!" He stood in the prison and whistled at me foolishly: "Pick the lock quickly."

I groaned, and trembling quickly, I took out a special wire for lockpicking, and opened the door of the cell very smoothly.

"Tsk, the technology of the Germans is really good." He walked out swaggeringly, and climbed onto my shoulder very naturally: "Handsome guy, do you miss me?"

I stared at him in bewilderment, that face that was so good to see that I was reluctant to be beaten more, why now it hooked my anger for no reason, and wanted to punch me a few more times?

"Hey! Stupid?" He pushed me: "What do you have to say!"

So I was taken out of prison by him, yes, I was taken out of prison by him.

As soon as we were in the woods I grappled him hard against the tree trunk because my mind was racing about another matter.

"Handsome guy, that's not good." He smiled meanly: "Although I know I'm handsome, don't be so hasty, we can take our time, at least get out of Lublin first Say it again."

"Damn it!" I punched him: "I just want to ask you, did you want to snatch my bag at that time, was it because you wanted me to meet Colonel Victor? You knew about our relationship in advance, no , I should say, Julian..."

"Yo, it's really different. You can still call General Azrael by his first name." He raised his eyebrows, "So what? The general cares about you, I'm afraid you won't be taken care of there."

I frowned: "That's all?"

"Otherwise?" He narrowed his fox-like sly eyes, and the bright moonlight painted a gloomy color on his thin face: "Comrade Muller, are you questioning General Azrael's friendship with you?"

Seeing that I didn't speak, his eyes became scrutinizing: "Or, do you have other ideas?"

Other ideas?Yes, I have other ideas, although I can't figure it out for a while, but I know it will never be that simple.Julian will never let an important KGB informant lead me to a meeting with a retired major who has never been involved in intelligence business, just to take care of me?No, it's never that simple.Philip was right that the big men would never do such a thing that could not bring any definite benefits.

But I quickly changed my expression, smiled, let go of George, and even touched his beautiful cheek: "You are right, you are so beautiful, I was a little jealous for a while, I don't want Julian to like you more."

His smile froze on his face, then eased down, grabbed my shoulders, and hung himself on me.

"But why do I feel that I don't want to please him, but I want to please you?"

Paleness spread across his face, he trembled his lips and smiled a few times, then rolled his eyes and passed out without warning.

"Damn it!"

I hurriedly hugged him, ripped off his shirt and looked, God, he must have suffered inhumane punishment, with wounds all over his body, those Polish policemen almost beat him up.I really don't know how he jumped out of the window with me just like a normal person. It seems that those actions have consumed the last strength of this spy.

I cursed a few words secretly, so I carried him on my back and walked down the mountain step by step.After finally coming to a town, I placed him in a simple clinic and bribed the doctors and nurses with a stack of zlotys.Fortunately, George had woken up in a daze, otherwise I would have exposed my identity as a German who could not speak Polish.

After all, the Germans were in Poland, well, after all these years, the scars left by war in people's hearts are not so easy to repair, I don't want to be beaten for no reason.

Having said that, when I go back this time, I will have to catch up on foreign languages. When I think of going back, I think of Alan and Natasha again, and I feel very uncomfortable.

Natasha, alas, beautiful Natasha.She said sorry to me when she left, why?How painful it is for a flower to wither.

Alan, are you feeling better now?In such a sad moment, I couldn't be by his side.Is this what you call a friend?

Rhine, you suck.

"What are you thinking?"

After dressing the wound and taking a few aspirins, George opened his watery brown eyes and lay on the bed looking at me.The sunlight fell on his translucent skin, making him look like a child.He is indeed shockingly beautiful. Even if his cheeks are sunken and his eyes are blue, his prison life can only add to his fragility, just like Dickens' Oliver Twist, which makes people feel pity.

I glanced at him and said, "Thinking of my friend."

"Then you must love your friend very much, after all, our situation is also very dangerous now."

"Yes, George, I love my friend very much, because I have lost it before, so I know how to cherish it."

George smiled sweetly: "I didn't expect you to recognize me at a glance after two years."

"Beautiful people are always impressive."

"I know." He raised his eyebrows: "So this is my problem. As a spy, you shouldn't be so beautiful."

His smile suddenly turned sad. "You know what? Those Polish policemen threatened to fuck me hard because they never caught a beauty like me."

I bent my eyes and smiled: "They only dare to talk but not to do."

"No." George shrugged: "They did."

I widened my eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"So I cut off their dick." He narrowed his eyes and smiled happily: "That's why I was beaten like this."

I suddenly felt very distressed, so I bent down and hugged him.

"Everything is over, I will protect you." I said in his ear.

George Blake, who is only 26 years old, is full of childishness when he speaks, his eyes are as sly as a little fox, and he sometimes smiles innocently and harmlessly, but he has experienced ups and downs that ordinary people cannot experience. Who would die in his early 20s? How about going to South Korea in the Far East as a spy and then staying in a North Korean concentration camp?

This is unthinkable for most people.

He fell asleep again. While he was sleeping, I used the clinic's crude medical equipment to test him for infectious diseases. Fortunately, he was in good health.

One day later, the secret announcement from Lublin Forest Prison led the police from the Ministry of Security to start a massive search. I realized that we could not stay here any longer. It was already May 5th, and the news about Yu In the "Warsaw Conference" that Lian participated in, several participating countries signed the treaty drawn up by Khrushchev himself, and the embryonic form of a powerful military alliance has been formed.

Then, I thought, we'd have to take Georg straight back to East Berlin.However, when we left Lublin, George strongly urged that we must go to Lodz, a city in central Poland.

"I must go." He grabbed my sleeve and said solemnly: "I have a hunch that there is a big secret hidden there."

"What's the big secret?" I asked puzzled.

"About your big secret."

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PS: Zloty, the common currency in Poland.

Syngman Rhee, the first president of South Korea.

George Blake is a real person, and the general background experience is written according to the real history, with a slight adaptation.